Trapt

Trapt
Alone in my tomb
pondering mortality
the swallowing darkness
Chills my fickle nerves
The gloom of realization
Showers down on my panicking soul
The predicament of inevitability
Sickens me, twisting my gut into slipknots
I call for freedom
perhaps i dialed the wrong number
Because only hell answers
impatience rears its head
Insanity quakes
boiling over inside me
devouring me whole
I pound the surrounding walls
Scorning their condescending points of view
The creaky floor is now my friend
whispering dirty jokes just for my pleasure
Finally a soothing peace has set
I trample the idea of sanity and of reality
Let go of standards
lose your mind and be free!

"Reality is the leading cause of stress amongst those in touch with it."

 

◄ Lost through the grips of time

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Noetic-fret!

Sat 26th Dec 2009 16:00

I like your work.

Mike

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